days at Hogwarts

Chapter 719 Have you considered the wedding scene?
"Legitimate mind spells use magic to expand the perception of the caster into the brain of others, and study complex emotions, memories, and even thoughts based on the content of the perception feedback. The academic community has not yet classified Legilimency as black magic, but in the minds of most wizards, Legilimency is undoubtedly evil...

"When a beginner practices Legilimency, do not prejudge the target's head as a book or photo album. The brain and soul are the most mysterious parts of the human body. They will not be opened to you by chanting a spell or waving a magic wand, for you to read at will...

"Legitimate Thoughts is not a Pensieve, it is more like a complete ritual. To use Legilimency, you must find a way to break the opponent's defense. You may have had similar experiences. When facing a wise old man or a serious-looking parent, you feel that their eyes are sharp, as if they can see through your heart. This is also a technique to make the other party doubt themselves, and their emotions fluctuate and reveal flaws...

"There is a saying in both the wizarding world and the Muggle world that 'eyes are the windows to the soul'. Generally speaking, Legilimency practitioners usually choose to use the eyes as a medium, and when they look at each other, they can send out magical perception and enter the other person's brain through the eyes...

Harry held the teacup in both hands and listened attentively, but his eyes were a little distracted.

Many familiar faces and their impressive eyes flashed before my eyes: Dumbledore's azure eyes were always deep, Professor Snape's black eyes were always cold and empty, and Voldemort's vertical pupils were like poisonous snakes that would bite anyone they chose...

Did Dumbledore use Legilimency on him?

He wasn't sure.

The two people behind must have used it on him. Harry couldn't help but recall the memory of practicing Occlumency in the dungeon. Professor Snape's gaze seemed to solidify and coldly drill into his brain, and then those long-lost embarrassing memories involuntarily emerged.

One day during practice, an unexpected situation occurred. He used the Armor Charm to block Professor Snape's Legilimency. He seemed to have experienced that feeling before. His eyes extended into another space with the magic power. Those memories were like soap bubbles floating in the air...

"So you won't get any results if you just close your eyes and daydream. You should find a practice partner and try to get into his or her head."

Loren's voice brought him back to reality: "Exploring the other person's brain is only the first step. With complex and diverse emotions, vast and chaotic memories, and heavy and deep thoughts, no one knows what they will see. If you want to get the information you need, you must guide them...

Harry then realized belatedly that he had accidentally entered Professor Snape's mind to look through his parents' memories. It must be the professor's guidance that revealed the information to him in another way.

After listening to Loren's small class, Harry slowly came back to his senses, looked at Loren in front of him, and rolled his eyes around, recalling the feeling of manipulating Legilimency, and quietly explored the strange magic -

Then it fell apart.

That time when I accidentally manipulated the power of Legilimency during practice, it was actually Professor Snape who was secretly helping me, so my movements were light and natural, as easy as drinking water and eating. Now that I tried it myself, the magic collapsed as soon as it came out of my eyes.

Harry felt a sore and uncomfortable feeling in his eyes, so he immediately buried his head in drinking his tea in silence.

There was a faint crystal blue light in Loren's eyes. He looked away calmly, pretending not to care. "It's boring at the beginning. Be patient, try more and practice more, and you will become proficient later. And I suggest you take off your glasses when practicing, so that your magic power can be extended more easily."

"Uh-huh!"

Harry didn't know that his roommate was proficient in Legilimency and magical perception and had seen through his tricks. He didn't have any bad intentions, but the teaching content had come to this point, and Legilimency was not a dangerous magic, so he naturally wanted to give it a try.

Harry took off his glasses and his vision became blurred, but he didn't care much. He blinked twice and prepared to try again.

He slowly controlled the magic power to penetrate his eyes and probed towards Loren in front of him. He saw a flash of white light in the dim light, and his Legilimency magic penetrated into the somewhat confused eyes.

Floating, invading, and spying, the subsequent actions did not encounter any obstacles, and naturally explored into the mind, as if there was no obstacle, twisting and drilling like a snake, penetrating and moistening like flowing water...

Clusters of floating light and shadows of mist surround the perception.

"It's so relaxing."

Harry sighed softly, inexplicably remembering what Professor Snape once said, this head is empty without any obstruction, it can almost accommodate a hippogriff to fly freely.

Entering the brain is only the first step, the next step is to guide it...

Harry raised his eyebrows and asked casually, "Just out of curiosity between friends, Loren, I want to ask you a question."

"Oh, talk about it."

Loren, who was sitting opposite Harry holding a small hand mirror, responded. He raised his little finger and lightly tapped the handle of the mirror. He cast a levitation spell on the mirror and let the mirror float in front of Harry's eyes. He picked up the teacup and sipped it.

Harry suppressed his inner joy and cleared his throat: "What is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you?"

"Well, let me think about it."

Loren's voice was intriguing. Just when Harry was looking forward to it, he suddenly changed the subject and said, "What about you, Harry? What's the most embarrassing thing for you?"

"I need to think about it too."

This was just an excuse for Harry to delay time, because he clearly felt that the light and shadow of the memories around him had become restless, and some soap bubble-like light mist was approaching him.

Sorry Loren, I know this isn't the right thing to do, but I'm just too curious to handle it, so I promise to just take a look.

Harry silently apologized in his heart, then extended his senses to those lights and shadows, and the picture flashed quickly:
He was chased up a tree by the watchdog Lippy and didn't dare to come down until late at night... He was asked a question in the first Potions class after school but couldn't answer it... After Quidditch, he saw Qiu Zhang throw himself into Cedric's arms... Ginny looked at him shyly until the girl couldn't bear it anymore, pressed him close to her lips, and then he backed away like a fool.

"!!"

I thought I had forgotten these unpleasant memories!
Harry seemed to wake up from a nightmare. He startled and instantly loosened his hand, spilling tea all over himself.

It seems that Legilimency has failed.

Harry hurriedly pulled out his handkerchief to wipe his trousers and hands. Out of the corner of his eye he seemed to catch a glimpse of something flying past, which was fleeting. When he turned around, he saw the person sitting in the chair opposite him sipping tea.

"What's wrong? Is the tea too hot?"

Harry's eyes were wandering. He felt guilty for doing something wrong and didn't dare to look him in the eye: "That...that..."

Loren suppressed his laughter, held the teacup, and said calmly: "Harry, I suddenly remembered something while drinking tea."

"What is it?" Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the topic change.

"Have you ever imagined what your future wedding will be like?"

"wedding?"

Harry was a little confused, "I don't know, maybe it's similar to Sirius' wedding, or maybe it's arranged by Mrs. Weasley. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask." Loren took another sip, "Have you ever thought about a modern wedding ceremony, held on an open lawn, with all relatives and friends gathered together, and a big screen in front to show every detail of your and Ginny's past."

"sounds good."

"Leave this part to me then."

"Thank you! Loren!" Harry was very touched.

"fine."

"Speaking of weddings, I wonder how the preparations for Bill and Furong's wedding are going. I wonder if it will be held during this holiday..."...

Ancient Runes Classroom.

Professor Babel's skirt trailed on the ground.

"Shasha~"

The quill moved across the parchment.

The complex and obscure runic meanings are displayed on the answer line. The writing speed is very fast, and there are more continuous strokes between letters, but the handwriting is still neat, so that people can recognize it at a glance. When encountering a word with multiple meanings, the careful little witch will also attach footnotes, which are detailed and thorough.

The difficulty of the ancient runes advanced class has increased greatly, the difficulty of the exam has also increased accordingly, and the question types have also changed. In the past, it was just ordinary runes and English translation, but now it has been upgraded to writing. The topic and keywords are given in the questions, and the examinees are required to complete the short essay based on their own knowledge.

This test examines the candidate's mastery of ancient runes and also examines the candidate's understanding of the era of the runes.

Hermione stared at the key words in the title and thought quietly.

The runic number nine not only represents a quantitative relationship, but also represents the magical creature Hydra. It also involves some concepts of classical philosophy. There is a lot that can be written about, but Hermione is a little worried about how to decide how to go into detail.

There is a minimum word count requirement for short essay writing. Writing too little or missing anything will result in point deduction. There is also an upper word count requirement. Writing too detailed will be considered as not distinguishing the main points from the secondary points.

The main reason is that there is not enough time.

I conceived a rough outline of the essay in my mind, and then I deleted it several times, deleted it again, and continued to delete it... I recited it silently in my heart, and when the number of words was barely reduced to the standard range, I slowly exhaled.

Hermione lowered her head and continued to work.

Two hours later, the bell rang to signal the end of the exam. Hermione put down her quill, flipped over the test paper and quickly glanced through it. No candidate information was missed, the answer numbers were not mixed up, and the paper was neat and without any ink spots.

Write down a few questions that you are not sure about, write down your answers, and check the candidate information again...

After repeating it several times, I finally handed in the paper.

Hermione just felt relaxed all over. She packed up her stationery, picked up her schoolbag, said goodbye to Professor Babbling, then turned and walked out of the Rune Classroom.

"Hermione, wait a minute!"

Professor Babel, who was wearing a magenta dress, moved faster and quickly rolled up a stack of test papers and stuffed them into her small and exquisite handbag. There was no obstruction and it seemed that it had been modified with the Traceless Extension Charm.

She walked out of the classroom in two steps, came to Hermione's side, and walked shoulder to shoulder with her to the stairs: "I looked at your test paper when I was invigilating, Hermione. There were two ambiguous meanings in the translation questions, and there were two verb usage errors in the grammar questions. However, this test is very difficult, and you should still be the first in the class."

"Professor Bablington—"

"Don't ask me what went wrong, I can't remember."

"..."

Professor Babel was in a very good mood when she saw the girl's conflicted expression. It was quite fun to play a prank on the outstanding students in her class occasionally.

They are not like ordinary professors and students. They once explored the pyramids together and tried to lift the family blood curse. In recent years, Hermione has been helping to manage the class as an assistant teacher. Professor Barbour is very close to this know-it-all lady.

"By the way, I have something I need your help with."

"I'm not going to grade your papers for you."

"What are you thinking? I'm not the kind of irresponsible professor!" Professor Babel showed a slightly dissatisfied expression, "I just want you to give your boyfriend a message."

"what news?"

"I heard that you are about to graduate, and the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center invited him to join."

"Egyptian Alchemy Research Center?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Don't think of it as some isolated magic castle. There are people who are promoting alchemy all over the world. In addition, Weasley's Hocus Pocus has made too much noise. Whether it's the protective suit or the communicator, they are all breakthroughs in the field of alchemy..."

Professor Babel paused, as if she suddenly remembered something, and added in confusion, "It is said that Beauxbatons also has an interest. As Mr. Nicolas Flamel's alma mater, the Beauxbatons Board of Directors has close ties with the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center. They are involved in this invitation."

Hermione nodded, a thoughtful look on her face.

"By the way, this is just a private message from me. The written letter will be sent out next year. We will discuss the specific tasks we will be responsible for at that time."

"..."

I walked and talked with Professor Barbling, but I didn't ask her what the wrong questions were until we parted. I sighed and walked towards the common room.

The fat lady's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wandering. If you got closer, you could smell a faint scent of ethanol.

During the first few weeks of contact during the Christmas holidays, he vowed to quit drinking and even changed the password to the portrait cave. However, less than half a year later, he was stealing the monks' wine again.

He must be addicted to alcohol.

I'll have to report this to Professor McGonagall sometime. Never mind, that's Neville and Parvati's job.

Many thoughts flashed through her mind. Hermione lowered her head slightly and went into the portrait hole. All the exams were over and there was still some time before dinner. Many young wizards gathered in the common room, and the sounds of conversation and laughter were very noisy.

I walked to the window seat and saw two figures looking at each other affectionately, which looked very familiar.

One is Harry without his glasses.

The other one wasn't Ginny, it was Ron.

The two of them sat face to face, their faces very close, each other's figures reflected in the pupils, their eyebrows seemed to be wrinkled, their eyes were deep, their expressions were devoted, as if they were looking at each other with real feelings.

Hiss...not that surprising at all.

Hermione shook her head quickly and walked towards Loren at the next table: "What are they doing, where's Ginny?"

"Don't get me wrong, they are looking at each other affectionately, not practicing Legilimency," Loren explained.

(End of this chapter)